May 29th, 1918
My Darling Mary,
I’m safe and well, and thankful for your prayers. Your letters sustain me in this hell. We’re heading into battle soon, but Pershing has it all planned, so don’t worry.
It was awful leaving you, Darling, especially in your condition, but I must do this. Mother’s wrong to say this isn’t our war. If our allies fall, no one will be safe, and I won’t let anything happen to you. I’ll always protect you. I’m not yellow like your father thinks.
Ma’am, I regret Private Wells was shot by a stray bullet.